The Rainstorm
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So blinding is the rain this black and lonely night;
I now pull off the road- the deluge blanks my sight.
With steady beats and pounds, like icy hail on roofs,
its torrents loudly heard like giant, beastly hoofs.
Inside my auto shell, afraid I wait alone,
in this, my shelter now- although, without a phone.
Like on a dead-end street, I feel abandoned, scared-
on this dark country road, alone and unprepared.
The steady, pounding rain- transports me now to tears
entrapped in this small space with claustrophobic fears.
The lightning streaks the sky, while thunder claps away;
curled up like in a womb, upon the seat I lay.
How monstrous is a storm that blocks the gift of light
and works my adult mind to loneliness and fright.
What fragile soul am I, afraid to be alone
with nature's grand display- just praying to get home.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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